𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥' 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 | ᵃᶜᵒᵗᵃʳ
ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁻ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ. ʰᵒʷ ᵉᵃˢⁱˡʸ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵉˡᵗˢ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ˢⁱⁿ. ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ cold. that's how nyla archeron was seen ― as cold as her mothers corpse rotting in her grave. the girl was feared, a stare from her debthless outlandish dark eyes a curse . . . a shadow of misfortune seeping...